When I was a child, I was worried
I\'d never get to wear that white wedding dress
And sing like a lark while the bells ring,
Gazing into my husband\'s eyes.
When I was younger, I was worried
I\'d always be last picked
(I was, but that meant nothing to my fears)
I worried about not being kissed
Lips that tasted of the boys that missed me
Standing at the edge of the concrete
Like a loser.
If they approached, I turned the other way
Because I didn\'t care, bell chimes ringing in my ears
Far, far, and never to celebrate me.
When I was a child, I worried about loneliness,
Left the unlucky bride in a cold church aisle
Bound to my loss by a chain.